by Jesse JarnowMany would have it that Steve Reid's Dream Scapes is precisely what is wrong with music today and would wish the disc a horrible, fiery death. The diversionary smooth jazz on this disc is capped with escapist lyrics that attempt to bridge ancient myth with modern imagery. The result is a pseudo-spiritual hodgepodge for those whose might believe that Zen asceticism means losing all of one's money in a NASDAQ crash. To his credit, Reid's percussion can be entrancing and beautiful at times, but too often panders to a worldbeat exoticism somehow equated with authenticity. The music is the soundtrack to a multimedia show -- previews of which are available through the disc's enhanced features -- that combines choreography, light design, and colorful sets with the music of a live band. The smoke machine-filled images are capped with clichés about magic and discovery. The music itself too often relies on light jazz saxophones and bomba...